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Chapter III

           

           Beforehimspreadalarge,greenpool,filledwithrottinglogsandleaves,borderedwithdelicatefernsandgrassesamongwhichliftedthecreamyspikesofthearrow-head,theblueofwater-hyacinth,andthedelicateyellowofthejewel-flower.AsFrecklesleaned,handlingthefeatherandstaringatit,thenintothedepthsofthepool,heoncemoregavevoicetohisoldquery:“Iwonderwhatitis!”

           Straightacrossfromhim,couchedinthemossesofasoggyoldlog,abiggreenbullfrog,withpalpitantthroatandbattingeyes,liftedhisheadandbellowedinanswer.“FIN’DOUT!FIN’DOUT!”

           “Wha—what’sthat?”stammeredFreckles,almosttoomuchbewilderedtospeak.“I—Iknowyouareonlyabullfrog,but,bejabbers,thatsoundedmightilylikespeech.Wouldn’tyoupleasetobesayingitover?”

           Thebullfrogcuddledcontentedlyintheooze.Thensuddenlyheliftedhisvoice,and,asanimperativedrumbeat,rolleditagain:“FIN’DOUT!FIN’DOUT!FINDOUT!”

           Freckleshadtheanswer.Somethingseemedtosnapinhisbrain.Therewasawaveringflamebeforehiseyes.Thenhismindcleared.Hisheadliftedinanewpoise,hisshoulderssquared,whilehisspinestraightened.Theagonywasover.Hissoulfloatedfree.Frecklescameintohisbirthright.

           “BeforeGod,Iwill!”Heutteredtheoathsoimpressivelythattherecordingangelneverwincedasheposteditintheprayercolumn.

           Frecklessethishatoverthetopofoneofthelocustpostsusedbetweentreestoholdupthewirewhilehefastenedthefeathersecurelyintheband.

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